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I had a super busy schedule, andIknewAlekseihad packed it like that soIwouldn’t have time to think about all that was going on.

I’d never tell him this, but his plan totally backfired, but it was sweet because the thought always counted, right?

Lancet went to the built-in vanity and brought me a clutch that matched my belt and shoes.

“All packed and ready to rumble,” he said.

He was the best.

I kissed his cheek.

Antheme led the way as we left my closet and headed to the lift.

I huggedLancetbefore he got into it to go down.

The door was barely sliding closed beforeAnthemewas marching to the stairs to the landing pad.

I followed her.

We were in the craft (a cushy, roomy, luxurious, black, armoredUtiliSport, the kind all the celebrities used), and waiting for course approval, whenIasked, “Howis your day going?”

“It was going well, until my charge made us seven minutes late.”

Well, there you go.

As ever,Anthemewas feeling like beingAnthemethat day.

This didn’t upset me.Iliked that it wasn’t “MistressLaurathis” and “MistressLaurathat” with her.Shedid her job.Shetook it seriously.Shewasn’t a fan of me making it harder for her.Shewas down to share that.Theend.

We were lifting off whenIheard the chimes of myPalmin my bag.

I pulled it out and the screen saidVideoCommfrom theOfficeofDytLinstar.

DytLinstarwas the executive producer of the vidIwas working on.

I’d met him, briefly.Itwasn’t often (as in ever, except in hiring, and after, in passing) the costume designer brushed shoulders with the head honcho.

I wasn’t sure this would be good news (maybe he was some kind of micromanager and heardIgot my costumes programmed in at the last minute and he was going to give me a dressing down?).

I didn’t want to, butItook the comm.

Mr.Linstar’stanned face filled my display.

“Laura,” he said expansively, smiling widely.

“Uh, hello,Mr.Linstar,”Ireplied, surprised by his jovial opening.

“Dyt.CallmeDyt,” he invited.

“Of course.”

“I have some good news and some bad,” he announced.

Oh boy.

“And what’s that,Dyt?”

“We’ve run into some trouble withMardel’sschedule.Wethought we could get him out of a commitment, but they were having none of it.Bodiis dedicated toMardelfor the part, so now,I’mafraid, everything’s going to have to be pushed back six weeks, giving him time to see to this other project.We’llhave a new shooting schedule, shooting around him for two weeks before he can join us.Buthe’s our hero, that’s all we can do before we have him on set.Unfortunately, we’ve no choice but to postpone production.”